Wenclair shorts / basically just cute wenclair short story's

"I wish i never met you!"

Enid stares down at wooden floor, curled up into a ball. It was cold, she was cold. Which she never is, Wednesday would always say her body was strangely warm. Though, she isn't here to say that right now. Enid looks up at the other side of the dorm, which was now empty.

Matter of fact, everything was empty, Enid didn't feel anything. She hadn't even cried at her funeral. She had just sat there, still and quiet. She didn't know why she hadn't cried, and she felt guilty about it. Anytime someone would ask her if she's okay, she'd respond "i'm fine." Though she didn't know what she felt, she couldn't put it into words. But she certainly knew she wasn't fine.

Though, she knew she felt one thing. Angry. At everyone, anyone who's ever wronged Wednesday, the same people who sobbed at her funeral. Like they knew her. Like they were the ones who stayed up late having deep talks with her. Or if they were the ones who Wednesday would let hug. Or if they were the ones who would go on walks with her, and even hold hands sometimes. They weren't the ones, Enid was.

Enid hadn't talked to Ajax in weeks, she didn't want to. Didn't need to. Only now did she realize, Ajax doesn't make her feel the things Wednesday did. Now she would never feel those things again, ever. Anytime her dorm door opens, she expects to see the small goth girl enter, sharing new ideas on how to cause chaos in the school while Enid listens patiently.

But she wouldn't hear that anymore. She wouldn't hear the faint hums that escaped Wednesdays mouth when she's focused. Wouldn't hear the light tapping of her shoe when she listens to a song she likes. Wouldn't hear her small chuckle when something terrible happens. She won't get to hear that. Ever again.

Enid holds her face in her hands, there was this pit in her stomach, it felt empty. Honestly, she felt like she couldn't even feel anymore. She hasn't cried in weeks, "that's a record." Wednesday would say. Oh how Enid misses her voice, it was mostly monotone, but if you were Enid, you could hear the faintest show of emotion in her voice when Enid was hurt, or upset. No one else would hear it, but Enid did.

Enid rubs her eyes in stress, she didn't know what to do. Wednesday was her person, it was always Enid and Wednesday, and it's now just Enid.

"Enid." a voice speaks up, the same monotone voice, but with a display of worry in it.

Enids eyes go wide, she knew that voice anywhere. Enid turns her head, looking up. There she stood, Wednesday Addams.

She looked pale, paler then usual, that is how she died after all. Wearing that same uniform, the uniform of the school that wronged her in every way possible. Enid doesn't speak, she's in disbelief, her hands shaking. She has to stuff them in her hoodie pockets to keep them off of Wednesday. Enids heart skipped a beat at the sight of Wednesday, her throat burning, as well as her eyes.

"Never thought i'd witness you moping, i figured you'd be out with friends, drinking or what ever obnoxious thing you guys do."  Wednesday mutters, looking everywhere but at Enid.

That was her way of a joke, normally Enid would chuckle a bit, but she couldn't bring herself to, because nothing was funny. Sue didn't feel humorous right now, she felt furious.

"Are you kidding me?" Enid sneers, standing up now, hands balled up into a fist.

Wednesday looks a bit taken aback, eyebrows raised, she clears her throat, looking down at her feet.

"I'm going to assume you're upset because of," Wednesday mumbles, gesturing to her body, dried blood on her shirt, "this." she finishes.

"I'm upset? Wednesday you fucking died!" Enid says, voice rising.

Wednesday really was clueless, making jokes about this, it was insane. Enid scoffs, rubbing her eyes again, she couldn't believe this. It wasn't that fact that there's literally a ghost of Wednesday in front of her she couldn't believe, but the fact that Wednesday didn't seem to care about her death.